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Fancying myself too sophisticated for such corny fare, I was reticent to see it. But my girlfriends all wanted to go together and make an afternoon of it. So I put down one of the fantasy books I was so fond of reading at the time, I made like a sheep and followed.As I suspected, the movie was corny. 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Discussing movies and my memories of seeing them for the first time turned out to be the easy part. The purging is another story entirely. I'm not under the illusion that people actually want to read about how my semi-twisted upbringing affected my life. 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In retrospect, it was quite an accomplishment that it felt real, because that world actually existed on an indoor set. 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That's where I saw it. Back in the days when the movie was making the rounds, I used to trade turns taking my son Alan and his friends to the </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GinaFaust/~3/dj2M1YERU-M/ring-of-bright-water.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina Faust)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LfDL2eePaV8/SC9GO4ngB9I/AAAAAAAAABc/TKJUe-UC0wY/s72-c/Ring+of+Bright+Water.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GinaFaust/~4/dj2M1YERU-M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://ginamoviemaven.blogspot.com/2008/05/ring-of-bright-water.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090864816180155883.post-7784488290225443496</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 May 2008 15:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-29T12:22:55.444-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">movie review</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">movies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Tippi Hedren</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Birds</category><title>The Birds</title><atom:summary>Image via WikipediaWhat better title could they have come up with for this scary movie than the simple and elegant "The Birds"?The birds, indeed. They scared me half to death. I'm sure that's why my date (my first ever!) took me to see it. He knew the fear factor would ensure that I would clutch his arm all night long. And I did.When I saw the movie years later on television, the passage of time,</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GinaFaust/~3/yoA5r4vlnWw/birds.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina Faust)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GinaFaust/~4/yoA5r4vlnWw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://ginamoviemaven.blogspot.com/2008/05/birds.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090864816180155883.post-9173284813638312674</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 May 2008 14:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-29T12:23:30.499-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Blob</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">movies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">movie reviews</category><title>The Blob</title><atom:summary>Image via WikipediaI was a teenager when The Blob was released in theaters. My girlfriends acted like they weren't afraid when the movie started, but by the end one of them was crying and the other two were holding onto each other for dear life. As a sensible girl, I was terrified right from the start.This movie personified my fears at the time because teenagers tried to warn everyone that the </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GinaFaust/~3/smguNp8wixU/blob.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina Faust)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GinaFaust/~4/smguNp8wixU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://ginamoviemaven.blogspot.com/2008/05/blob.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090864816180155883.post-6836440866364732862</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 May 2008 17:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-06T23:59:27.006-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">movies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bing Crosby</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Christmas</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rosemary Clooney</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Holidays</category><title>White Christmas</title><atom:summary>Image via WikipediaEvery time I asked my mother why we couldn't have a Christmas tree, all she said was, "Because we're Jewish!"I'll bet she's spinning in her crypt like a dreidel as I write this because there was something she never knew about me: I was obsessed with Christmas. That's why if White Christmas was ever on TV at a time when I could get some privacy, I used to watch it. Yeah, it was </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GinaFaust/~3/vf1NKRBzXvM/white-christmas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina Faust)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LfDL2eePaV8/SCHmKBPzw0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/RNSDI6UMgzA/s72-c/White+Christmas.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GinaFaust/~4/vf1NKRBzXvM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://ginamoviemaven.blogspot.com/2008/05/white-christmas.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090864816180155883.post-4044484085400284022</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 May 2008 16:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-06T23:59:27.240-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Paddy Chayefsky</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">movies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Academy Award for Best Picture</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Marty</category><title>Marty</title><atom:summary>A Best Picture Oscar for Marty? Oy!There was a rumor going around years ago  that producers Harold Hecht and Burt Lancaster financed Marty as a tax-write off, because they believed the film would lose money. Why it didn't is beyond me.The idea was good enough: two lonely, somewhat unattractive people come together and find love. But in execution, not so much. This is strange, since it was written</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GinaFaust/~3/M6u81r3cV_o/marty.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina Faust)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LfDL2eePaV8/SCHifxPzwzI/AAAAAAAAAAo/dp8VW47mPNg/s72-c/Marty+poster.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GinaFaust/~4/M6u81r3cV_o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://ginamoviemaven.blogspot.com/2008/05/marty.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2090864816180155883.post-6367835825899902592</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Apr 2008 16:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-29T12:26:00.600-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">movies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">movie reviews</category><title>Welcome to Gina Faust, Movie Maven</title><atom:summary>I'm just busting to talk about all the movies I love and even those I don't. So much so that I'm willing to foist (or Faust, in this case) them on you.As a nice Jewish girl who grew up in Brooklyn, I watched many a movie on weekends. I wasn't allowed to date until I was 18, so movies were my best friends. I saw all kinds: good, bad and everything in between. And because I have a near photographic</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GinaFaust/~3/GgRtX96wmME/welcome-to-gina-faust-movie-maven.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina Faust)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GinaFaust/~4/GgRtX96wmME" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://ginamoviemaven.blogspot.com/2008/04/welcome-to-gina-faust-movie-maven.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>
